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The limits of my language are the limits of my universe.

― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.

— Franz Kafka

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If I Had a Hammer



If I had a hammer
I’d hammer in the morning
I’d hammer in the evening
All over this land
I’d hammer out danger
I’d hammer out a warning
I’d hammer out love between
My brothers and my sisters
All over this land, uh

If I had a bell
I’d ring it in the morning
I’d ring it in the evening
All over this land
I’d ring out danger
I’d ring out a warning
I’d ring out love between
My brothers and my sisters
All over this land, oh

If I had a song
I’d sing it in the morning
I’d sing it in the evening
All over this land
I’d sing out danger
I’d sing of out a warning
I’d sing out the love between
My brothers and my sisters
All over this land, oh

Well, I’ve got a hammer
And I’ve got a bell
And I’ve got a song to sing
All over this land
It’s the hammer of justice
It’s the bell of freedom
It’s a song about love between
My brothers and my sisters
All over this land

It’s a hammer of justice
It’s a bell of freedom
It’s a song about love between
My brothers and my sisters
All over this land

Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary
Songwriter(s): Lee Hays / Pete Seeger

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Click here (24 November) to see the posts of prior years. I started this blog in late 2009. Daily posting began in late January 2011. Not all of the days in the early years (2009-2010) will have posts.

Love really has nothing to do with wisdom or experience or logic.

— Bruno Lessing

I never could explain why I love anybody, or anything.

— Walt Whitman

But love is such a mystery,
I cannot find it out:
For when I think I’m best resolv’d,
I then am in most doubt.

— Sir John Suckling
From the poem: “Song“

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Click here (31 January) to see the posts of prior years. I started this blog in late 2009. Daily posting began in late January 2011. Not all of the days in the early years (2009-2010) will have posts.